Chapter 8 Bullied

Lena trembled as small whimpers escaped her trembling lips. The four maids surrounded her,towering over her small petite body, with their faces covered with a hate she couldn't understand. She had tried to sign her questions but they would likely not understand her sign language, yet they didn't give her a chance to write them. Just then a sharp slap landed on Lena's shoulder,it made knees buckled slightly, but she fought to stay upright, her teary green eyes darting between the women. "Don't just stand there blinking like a fool," Brooklyn snapped, slapping her again, but harder this time. "You're only pretending to be mute, aren't you? Say something bitch." Lena shook her head frantically, her hands trembling as she gestured desperately to convince them. "I have seen real people who are mute none of them act like you. Girl, just put off the show already,tell us why you are really here." Zara added. Lena signed with her fingers. "I am telling the truth, if only you can understand, please tell me what I did wrong. Please...please, I am so sorry if I offend you...I am sorry ... .I don't have any idea what I did wrong". She hit her forehead demonstrating desperately, as uncontrollable tears rolled freely down her flushed cheeks, silent pleas written all over her face. The maids glanced at one another, then Zara scoffed, unimpressed. "Look at her, acting so pitiful. Does she think that will make us like her?" "I know your types very well, acting like an Angel,who can't hurt a fly, trying to get favors and when you have what you are aiming for, you will show your true color". Brooklyn said. Lena shook her head, pleading with her hands. A hand pushed her hard from the back and she fell into Brooklyn's arms who in return tossed her back like an object. "Get your sick ginger hands off me". She barked. Edith held Lena and forced her head up. "Look at me. Can't you fight back? Yes, you are outnumbered but at least put up a fight, quit acting like you are so weak and fragile. Like a doll that can be broken by a slightest mishandling, we are not men, we don't get aroused by your vulnerability". Lena looked down shamefully,sobbing. "She does look like a doll with that hair and those wide, green eyes. No wonder he picked her."Ruth added. "I hate bitches like her, so cringe". Brooklyn hissed. Ruth carried the tray of food that she brought from the table where she had placed it and walked towards Lena. As soon as she was Infront of her, she smirked and tilted the tray until the entire meal crashed onto the floor. The plate shattered. Sauce splattered across the floor. Lena flinched, her face was already red from the ceaseless crying and mental torture. "Oops.Looks like you'll have to eat it from the floor, sweetheart. Welcome once again." Ruth said with a wicked grin. Lena shook her head, her hands moving rapidly to demonstrate her question. Why? What did I do? But before she could finish signing, Zara and Brooklyn shoved her forward. A sharp cry caught in her throat as she hit the hard floor, pain bursting through her knee and ankle. She could feel a bruise under her knee. Brooklyn grabbed a fistful of her hair and pressed her head down, forcing her face into the spilled food. Lena cried as the food smeared against her skin, the strong aroma filled her nose. She shut her eyes quickly, but the sticky mess clung to her lashes. She tried to push herself up, but a sharp kick landed on her back, another hit her waist, making her gasp in pain. She struggled again, but the kicks kept coming,it was useless for her to fight back. Suddenly, they heard a sound from the hallway, footsteps. The maids paused and glanced at each other, nervously. Someone's coming. There is no where to hide. Lena was still lying down there trembling on the cold floor, muffling her silent sobs, then the door opened.